Name | Corona
Age | 18
Gender | Female
Level/Tier | Virtuoso, Tier 2
House | Machina
Appearance/Attire |

She stood a little bit taller than most of the girls her age, thanks to her always eating nutritious, healthy food ever since she was little, given by her old woman. She doesn't really have any muscles, and she's slightly underweight.

She always dresses casually and modestly, with loose-fitting and airy garments. Her favorite attire was her white one-piece dress worn with a green cloth jacket as the outerwear and a black tanktop as the innerwear. She never wears shoes or boots, preferring sandals or even going barefooted.
Alignment | Benefactor

Personality/Habits |

She has a calm and collected personality, always thinking and analyzing before acting. She possesses a strong and silent will, not really caring much about the opinion of the public as long as she thinks her actions are right. She has an almost insatiable desire for knowledge, and she appreciates people who share that desire. That's why she's willing to give some tutoring lessons to other students.

Background |

Before she came to the academy, she was merely an apothecary of a poor village. She never knew her parents, much less her lineage, as she was a foundling. The old lady who took her in said that she found her in the near city, crying amongst the trash heap. This naturally made her sad at first, especially when the other village kids teased and bullied her for it, but it didn't take long until she put it all in the past. It didn't matter who she was born as. What mattered is who she was right now.

The old lady taught her everything she knew about mixing medicinal herbs ever since an early age. And she was truly gifted in absorbing that knowledge. In a tender age of eight, she already was a fully fledged apothecary.

Just in time before the old lady lost her life.

She never returned from one of her usual ingredient gathering trips. The people of the village said that she must have been mauled by one of the many beasts lurking around the forest.

She didn't believe it at first, but once she saw the village's hunter giving her the remains of her tattered, bloodied cloth, she knew what they spoke were true.

And so, from that day on, she took over as the village's healer.

At first, people doubted her ability, thanks to how young she was, but eventually, she won over them as she proved time and time again that she was just as competent as her old woman.

Eventually however, she felt dissatisfied with her life. She wished to know and experience more of all sorts of things, not just stuck being the village doctor for the rest of her life. As so when she learned of the academy, she decided that she would go and learn things from there.

Naturally, she entered Machina and she quickly became one of the top students there.

Favorite Summons |

The only summons she uses (or at least, the only ones she uses in public) are her alien bits.



They're originally part of a hive mind self-replicating nanite-like alien race. Controlled by what she would call the Mother Brain, their sole goal is to create more of their own kind. And they do that by converting all sorts of matter they stumble upon into. When she summons them, she severs their link with said Mother, replacing it with a link to her. Essentially, she becomes their new Mother Brain.

Each one is around the size of a basketball and there are usually five of them floating around her at any given time. They're all networked into her brain, allowing a near-instantaneous sending of command as if they were part of her own body. They could also work autonomously however with simple commands, like when she was asleep where they would guard her and wake her up if anyone approaches her. They could shapeshift into pretty much all kinds of shapes, thanks to the flexibility of the exotic matter they're made out of. She also uses them as memory storage, expanding her own capability and speed of memorization to that of a superhuman. It assists her greatly in her studies. She could also see and hear through all of them simultaneously, so they all acted as extra pairs of ears and eyes. She's still working on the next possible level of synchronization, where she could upload her consciousness into them and issue commands to her natural flesh-and-blood body from there.

She's aware of the side effect of her connection with them. Her brain is slowly but surely being transformed from a normal one into one much more similar to the so-called "Mother Brain" that originally controlled them back in their own world. That's why when she first made her connection, she was assaulted with constant migraines and headaches, as their interfacing was still quite incompatible. But now, the headaches are all but gone. Checking in with her mentors, she's informed that her brain is indeed more of an alien brain than that of a human one. She didn't care however, as she recognized the new brain as superior to her old one. Without it, she could never be able to process all the extra data the bits are sending to her at every second without her being confused.

And of course, they have the ability of shooting lasers out of their eyes.

Name | Isobel Mulryan
Age | 17
Gender | Female
Level/Tier | Virtuoso, Tier 1
House | Dracona
Appearance/Attire |
Standing at just five foot five, a bit taller for her age than most, and with dark colored skin, blond hair and red eyes indicative of the Mulryan house, and a muscular build that would give most men a pause, Isobel gives off the impression of a rather serious sort upon first impression. Dressed in fine clothing, a generally well kept appearance, Isobel is easily identified as a person of high class birth. Something she herself, has only a mild problem with - the amount of time it takes to redo it after a hard day of 'playing'.

She normally dresses in light, easy to move in but expensive clothing mixed with some pieces of armor.

Alignment |
Maverik

Personality/Habits |
One wouldn't mark Isobel as a member of House Dracona upon first meeting her. Indeed, she'd probably fit in better with House Bestia more than anything. Brash, loud, a bit on the rude side sometimes, and always in favor of a good brawl. Isobel tends to attack first and ask questions later which can lead her to no end of troubles and shenanigans.

She is generally a kind sort, though somewhat of a bully, especially on those who talk or think too much. 'Nerds' 'Dorks' and maybe a physical whacking or two are what they are in for around her. She spends most of her days training with a sword, doing physical activities, forgetting about class, and playing with her summons.

Background |
Isobel is from the prestigious Mulryan family. A wealthy, extremely old family that traces its roots all the way back for centuries - and they even claim they are the descendants of a very old, very powerful storm drake who had the ability to command the wind and thunderstorms itself. This claim can't be verified in this day and age, but they proudly stick to their beliefs that they possess some of the ancient dragons blood. They claim their red eyes and blond hair and affinity for dragons is indicative of their claims.

Growing up in this environment was a bit of a struggle for Isobel, if only because being a noble wasn't something she was suited for naturally. Rather than a prideful calm and collected attitude most of the family possessed, she was more rambunctious. Played hard, took to the sword early in her childhood, which while expected, she was far more into it than anyone in the family had ever been. Some rumors in the house said she was an ill-omen, whilst others said she was going to be the next paragon of the house.

Either way, Isobel had a fairly comfortable life growing up, and was quick to attend L'Mordryn, where unfortunately, she wasn't exactly the best in a structured learning environment. Mediocre grades, just barely enough to pass, and often ended up skipping class for fun times.

Favorite Summons |

Name | Livia Annalea Lindall.
Discarded her family name when she was taken in by Katherine.
Age | 16
Gender | Female
Level/Tier | Adept, tier two
House | Phantasma
Appearance/Attire |
An alluring violet flower in thicket of twisted, dead gardens.

Standing at five foot four, Livia is not very physically impressive. One could probably assume they could blow on her and knock her over. A petite, slight build with an elegant seeming air about her. She sports long, elegant black hair with eyes the color of amethyst. Livia would be quite stunning to look at. No blemishes and seemingly carries an air of quiet somberness and Melancholy about her.

She normally dresses in fine dresses of more muted colors. Blues, purples, and black. She always carries a bored, mildly disinterested expression towards most people.

Alignment |
Tyrant

Personality/Habits |
Livia is a harsh girl. Disliking useless things, valuing books and knowledge over emotion, Livia is a rather humorless and serious sort most of the time. Coupled with her rather direct and blunt behavior towards people, she can come off as quite...antagonistic and somewhat icy. Not that she cares about others opinions. A bit of a pleasure seeker, she'll do whatever she wants, whens she wants it, and she really won't let anyone get in the way. Likes to tease others in more personal settings, though prefers reading books and practice over anything dealing with people. Easily jealous, and particularly talking about her birth sister and adoptive sister is an easy way to earn her ire.

Honestly? In general, she's not a very pleasant person until she warms up to you.

Background |
An unfortunate child not loved even by her own parents.

Born to Lady Reine Fiore and Lord Clement Fiore, Livia's early life was one of neglect, if not abuse. It was determined early that her older sister, Marise had inherited most of the families favor and fortune. Livia herself, was mostly considered nothing but a waste of space, and Left mostly to her own devices and raised more by maids in the estate. That is, until she was eight years old when one of her mothers old school friends saw how she was treated - and decided to take care of the girl herself with a rather ridiculous bet made between her mother and her friend.

"If she could turn Livia into anything but a decoration, she'd give the child the entire house."

Agreeing, even if only as a joke, the woman, Katherine Lindall took Livia home and started raising her as her own. Now having a both a bit more freedom, and a parental figure that at least pretended to care, you could say she was on some level happy. Katherine went as so far to teach her how to summon ghosts and spirits, commune with the dead and bring them to this realm. An activity that she poured every bit of effort and ambition into that she could.

Still, her mother had been right - she wasn't naturally suited towards such magical pursuits, but years after hard work, labor, and study at the academy, she at least, could be content with some level of skill with summoning. If nothing else, her knowledge about the intricacies lend credence to her holding some form of ability.

And if nothing else, she is determined to become the strongest no matter what it takes.

Favorite Summons |

Name | Evangeline Lindall
Age | 15
Gender | Female
Level/Tier | Tyro
House | House Phantasma
Appearance/Attire |

As far as looks go for Evangeline, she seems a little short for her age at 4’7” and tends to wear the frilly and gothic lolita style cloths her mother makes for her. She looks cute for the most part, though she always has this tired look on her face with huge bags under her blue eyes. Her skin looks extremely pale, like she stays inside all the time.

Alignment | Narcissist

Personality/Habits |

Despite her haggard look she always has, Evangeline is actually a pretty happy-go-lucky girl. She’s always looking forward to having fun or doting on her favorite people in some way or the other. That said, she couldn’t care too much about other people for the most part. She won’t go out of her way to help someone pick something up and just walk past them with the happiest smile on her face, but at the same time, she’ll likely help someone if they look like they’ll die. Not if she has to push them out of the way of a run-away cart though.

Her guiltiest pleasures in the world are pretty girls, her family, and flowers. In truth, she doesn’t care too much about summoning things but she does care about the cuties should could make appear. As she grew up learning with her mother, she always taught her that the greatest tool a summoner had was a strong imagenation and the conviction to believe in that.

Background |

Evangeline’s birth is still a mystery to her. To her own knowledge, her mother only liked women and never got together with a man. Her mother, Katherine Lindall, only ever mentioned that she was born miraculously. Being told this as a child, she accepted it as fact without a question. It’s not like she missed a real second parent anyhow. Her mother had a LOT of friends that came over and played around with her. Some stayed over night but were usually gone in the morning.

She was curious why they stayed over but were gone by morning so she staked out her mother’s room one night... She heard odd noises coming from the room and barged in, curious. Her memory was gone from that night, but two things for sure was that she had insomnia from that point on and she soon after developed a fondness for pretty girls like her mother always brought along.

Aside from that, her mother taught her about summoning from a young age. Katherine was a fairly accomplished summoner in her own right, putting some spirits inside doll bodies to act as maids. At first, Evangeline had little interest. It was just something her mother was forcing on her but then she realized that with summoning, she could summon cute girls however she wanted, whenever. After she realized that much, she was much more into studying.

Some years later, her mother went away for a bit to visit a friend and came back with a girl that was just about her age. It was her new sister, Livia. She was a bit wary of the girl at first, but soon enough they warmed up to each other. They played together (though Evangeline had to pull Livia away for that) and studied together though Livia was more focused on being powerful than her. Then Livia went to school a year ahead of her.

She was sad, but beyond that, she studied hard so that she could catch up to Livia so they didn’t have to part at school.

Favorite Summons

Name | McDuff Jones
Age | 16
Gender | Male
Level/Tier |
House |
Appearance/Attire |



Alignment |

Personality/Habits | A stoic and serious young man, he is a model of self discipline.

Background |

Favorite Summons |

Name | Nettle.
Age | 16.
Gender | Female.
Level/Tier | Virtuoso Tier 1.
House | House Phantasma.
Appearance/Attire |

For someone who hasn't seen a comb in her entire life she is surprisingly comely if a bit... Strange.

Her skin is pale unto the point of looking almost undead due to just how little sun one sees when living in Stranglesun Swamp. Despite the vaguely deathly looking state of her skin it is without blemish, smooth and clear with nary a fault. Though she always tends to keep her head down and wear a mild-mannered expression her slim face tends to bring out her eyes that possess a deep dark nephrite green colour. Her hair which hangs down to the middle of her back curves with a modest wave and is a rich yet dark moss green colour.

She is a rather thinly built person. Her physique would make a quail seem buff in comparison. She is not as wholly feeble as she appears but she is no physical powerhouse by any means. As far as height is concerned she stands at a modest one hundred and eighty centimeters.

For attire she typically dons long dark brown robes, the darker color being ideal for concealing the many stains it has accrued both in the swamp and throughout her crafts. It has a big hood which is handy in rough weather. Her long abundance of hair is mostly tucked into the back though her front bangs hang out the front of the hood, covering her face for the most part when she has her hood up. For footwear she wears big hide boots that look several sizes too large on her feet. They were a gift from one of her fellow orphans, sewn together from the hide of a giant dead rat that was strangled to death by Stranglebriar Vines. Hanging from her shoulder by a hide strap is a large bag crafted from the stomach of a massive boar. She typically carries a long crook with her wherever she goes, this wooden tool having been treated with a special resin to keep it from decaying.

Alignment | Free Spirit.

Personality/Habits |

Having grown up as an orphan in Stranglesun Swamp she was bound to be a strange sort. With thanks to the Caregiver she along with eight others survived in a wild region where close to everything was poisonous and somewhat on the larger scale when compared to species found in tamer wilderness. The Caregiver however was not a being with a terrifying lot in common with more... Common societies. She's been raised with a great knowledge of plants, the swamp and other less tangible presences but in exchange she's learned nearly nothing in regards to civilized society.

What some see as being distant and spaced out others might see as simply being a rather reserved individual. Both would probably be correct to some extent as far as that's concerned. She is quite mild tempered and takes most problems in similar stride. She prefers to think her way through situations rather than power through things. Nettle is not very outspoken either and she tends to remain distant in most matters. This attitude is not out of a fear of confrontation but rather her tendency to get absorbed in her own thoughts, often preferring to dwell on matters that pertain to her pursuits rather than on tangential matters. Some might accuse her of being antisocial but her lack of socialization with others is not out of an aversion to social interaction but rather a disinterest towards mundane matters.

With having spent pretty close to her whole life in the Stranglesun Swamp she's developed a definite affinity for plants. Her herbology is quite replete and she tends to work a great deal in all sort of natural substances. Be it medicines, poisons, venoms, psychotropics or anything not implicitly contained within the aforementioned branches of the natural world she's probably dabbled in it either back in her home terrain or in her studies in L'Mordryn Academy.

Outside of plants themselves her knowledge seems to cover many aspects of the natural world and even things less rooted in the realm of the logical.

Background |

Abandoned as an infant she was found and taken in by a strange entity known only as the Caregiver. She along with eight other orphans were taken and given shelter from the swamp by this being. For most of the day the Caregiver would be absent leaving the children to their own devices. From time to time throughout the day the Caregiver would descend to their reality where it would brew strange stews or tell it's stories to them. It taught them pretty much everything they knew and it's stews bestowed subtle changes upon them. Whenever one of the orphans was hurt or ailing a taste of the brew would heal them right up in short time, leaving them good as new.

After many years on a diet of such stew they found themselves less susceptible to the hazards of the swamp. The new organs that had grown within them mixed their blood with a strange milky yellow sap-like substance that would eat away any unwelcome poisons and diseases that found their way into their bodies. In addition their irides had developed strange properties which made their sight more sensitive to the presence of the spiritual life surrounding them. Evanescent wisps, drifting shadows and ripples on the fabric of reality before them were all hints to a deeper layer of the world that laid before them.

Each of the orphans learned to survive in the swamps, each taking their own path in adapting to the struggles such life offered. In tree houses and home stumps they dwelt, living off the land and practicing their strange magic. Even before she made it to L'Mordryn Academy Nettle had gained knowledge of the art of summoning. She had made links with a fair selection of the plant life and even with a strange entity known as the Nidhogen.

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The children might not have had an easy life but thanks to the Caregiver they had made the most of what the land had to offer. In truth the children were quite happy with what they had, strange as they might have been. Just as with any tale however change was in the wind. When the orphans were capable of living on their own the Caregiver ceased to appear within it's hut. They were greatly confused and concerned by this.

After all no more Caregiver meant no more of it's tasty stew, no more of it's bizarre but captivating stories and most depressingly of all no more of it's words of loving care. It was as much of a mother and father to them as they had ever known and now it was gone, nowhere to be found.

After a period of mourning in their respective ways some of the orphans simply returned to living as they did before, albeit with an air of melancholy stealing the spring from their step. Others, Nettle included, did not take the loss of the Caregiver laying down. Each one of them was determined to find a way to bring the Caregiver back so their family could be whole again. Each one of them went about the challenge in their own way. Nettle's way was to set out into the world with her companion Nidhogen and seek the answer beyond the swamp.

Amidst her travels she heard of the L'Mordryn Academy, a school dedicated to the art of summoning. It occurred to her that it may be possible for her to reach out and contact the Caregiver by becoming a better summoner. With this in mind she applied for the school and joined the ranks of many up-and-coming summoners. Having some prior experience with summoning already combined with her innate gifts helped her in excelling in class.

She continues to excel as she moves up in the ranks. Her standing amidst her peers means little in comparison to her true task: To find the Caregiver.

Favorite Summons |

The Nidhogen.
(See ShwiggityShwah's CS for more details)
A Wood Elemental from Stranglesun Swamp who is capable of growing a great variety of things from itself. It followed Nettle from the swamp, joining her on her quest to find The Caregiver.

Swamp Totem of Mru'Uu.
A wooden totem that resembles a large distorted face of distinctly non-human origin. This totem serves as the physical home to the swamp spirit Mru'Uu, one of the many beings that embody the spiritual fibre of the swamp itself. By summoning this totem Nettle brings the swamp with it as Mru'Uu can superimpose the land to which it's tied to overtop the area in which it's placed. Trees, plants, mud, water and fog all seem to fade into reality changing any locale this totem is placed into a swamp. Aside from this the totem does little else since it's largely an inanimate object, the spirit inside cooperating solely to the extent it agreed to when it first made it's pact with Nettle and called the totem carved for it home.

Thistle Sprites.
Small fae who called Stranglesun Swamp home. These little pale green humanoids are a playful kind though often cruel much like the thorned purple flowers they represent. The outer corners of their flesh such as the shoulders, elbows and knees amongst other spots possess harsh thorns which grow out from them. They tend to stand at only fifteen centimeters tall and all possess wild purple hair. They have translucent wings like a dragonfly's which allow them to zip about the air quickly though the beating of their membranous wings generates no audible buzzing. They are naturally invisible to the human eye unless they choose otherwise though other senses may still detect them freely. Their main ability is to grow thistles by targeting a surface with a rapid bolt of greenish purple energy which causes a thistle to grow out of said surface. It matters not where these bolts land. Be it metal, stone, scale or flesh, all surfaces will sprout a thistle in equal measure. It is no fun process for the roots will spread into the surface hit regardless of it's hardness which can be quite detrimental to many things if hit in a sensitive location.

Nettle currently only has three Thistle Sprite's linked to her.

Name | Allie Sydra
Age | 16
Gender | F
Level/Tier | Adept 2
House | Machina
Appearance/Attire |


Alignment | Maverick

Personality/Habits | Allie is climbing out of a long-standing shy streak. While she has made improvements considerably, to an outside observer she would appear to still be fairly reserved and a little awkward. She tries to keep her fascination with her summoning secret, thinking that others won't care about it, but she can easily forget that in the heat of the moment and spend far too much time talking about it. She is seeking someone to mutually share her interest in summoning, though she isn't sure how to go about finding someone like that.

Allie has a distrust of authority figures, although she is unlikely to directly voice it. Generally, she resorts to passive-aggressive resistance. However, if an abuse of power is too egregious, she may snap in an uncharacteristically fierce way. Due to her reserved nature it's likely that the people she dislikes will ever know she does. In regard to schoolwork, she prefers to learn on her own than be taught - and while she scores well on testing, she often has less than stellar performance on in-class work.

Her habits include reluctant exercise, reading her notes on what she's summoned previously, and studying summoning techniques. As well as spacing out and daydreaming about summoning something really awesome.

Background | Allie was raised as a relatively sheltered and bookish girl. Perhaps it could be said that she was a fan of fiction as one of her main childhood interests. In that sense, it was no wonder that she applied for L'Mordryn.

Due to a shyness that pervaded her childhood, Allie felt like her best school to enter was House Machina. Though she initially only had a middling interest into the advanced equipment she could summon, she soon found herself fascinated by the snippets of military equipment she could find from her summons. Starting with a simple electronic field manual that she summoned, she studied the advanced tactics and techniques, trying to learn more about how the fighters from another realm did battle. Her fascination with military and police equipment, doctrine, and application from the other realm spurred her to study summoning more. To her, it was a something quite unlike anything she had ever seen - exciting, mysterious, and at times, dangerous.

Those who may have been observing her over the first year of her schooling would have noticed a stark change; both in her fashion sense, mannerisms, and daily routines. Her study of the other realm has led to her adapting many parts of her learnings into her daily life.

Favorite Summons |